I accidentally summoned a Demon and I call him Fred

Chapter 5: Welcome to Paranorma

Maybe my expectations were too high, or maybe Fred's influence talking about Harry Potter had gotten me overly excited to see flying brooms because once the flames died out, I found myself staring at a typical Elementary school building. Kids aged 5 to 10 were outside playing four squares or playing tag. Teachers were seeking shade on different corners to avoid the sun's rays.

This was so very disappointing. Megan, whose name I remembered fairly quickly, was walking ahead of us towards the school's main doors. I was slightly surprised that nobody from the school asked for some identification as we crossed the schoolyard. Nobody even looked our way, not even the children.

Megan approached the two doors and muttered some words under her breath. She opened the door, leading us inside the school building. Again, the disappointed look on my face didn't disappear, and I couldn't help but sigh. I envisioned something greater and maybe even Disney magic to occur- not some girl rambling random phrases.

"What's with that look?" Megan caught my expression from the corner of her eye. I didn't understand why this girl hated me so much. She started her mean-girl attitude the moment she saw me. If I remember correctly, I apologize for calling them South Park goths wannabes. Didn't I?

'You definitely did not,' Fred quickly answered in a low whisper. Fred's thoughts flowing into my inner thoughts were becoming constant and very annoying. I couldn't figure out a way to block his voice from listening or speaking to me telepathically-a better description of what it felt like to share a mind with Fred is a shitty podcast that I was forced to participate in where Fred was the host, and I was the hostage.

"The door opening by itself would have been much cooler," I answered with a shrug as we stepped inside the building. So, I didn't apologize. It's not like it would have made a difference.

The pale and dark brunette boy, who had defended me since we first met, snorted. "Megan's spells are lame, huh." That was a spell?

"She could have at least said abracadabra," I muttered, causing the boy beside me to let out a roaring laugh.

"You know what fuck you-" Megan was just about ready to go off on me once more but was completely ignored as I realized the school building was merely an illusion. There was nothing inside besides blank walls that looked as if it could go on for miles. Megan repeated the exact phrase, echoing through the blank canvas building. The group turned around on cue once Megan finished her Hocus Pocus spell. A lump was caught in my throat as I discovered the door we had previously walked through was no longer there.

Instead, the exit was replaced with an additional five doors. The first four doors were wooden and painted with a dark red color. Each door had a golden letter engraved on the doorknob; however, the last door was painted a metallic black. It created an ominous feeling that didn't sit well with me, and I could feel my breath growing quicker.

Fred, can't you teleport me out here or something? I knew I was growing desperate when I was asking the devil himself to save me.

"I can't. At least for right now. They know that I'm with you." Fred answered, leaving me with more confusion and anxiety filling up inside me.

"Don't worry, Mikaela, nothing bad will happen to you." The boy promised. He no longer has his hands on my shoulders. I wanted to trust this guy. I really do. But my instincts were screaming not to go through those doors.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Rei, just in case we run into each other again." He smiled, reaching out to shake my hand. I figured this was my chance to turn around and run from these insidious doors. However, I had forgotten entirely about the annoyingly tall giant walking silently behind me the whole time. Before I could even turn my head to find an exit, he turned my head back forward, not saying a word. Megan gave an evil smirk as she opened the last door, revealing only pitch-blackness. There was nothing I could see that would give me the slightest hint of what I was about to walk through.